I sit with my crooked spine
I need to find a place to hide
We call ourselves free people
Though are dependent from war and weapon
All these thoughts inside my head
Cause all book in home are read
Chorus:
Now I'm lying on the floor
Please, close this fucked door
I get cold
I want to stop
This terrible boredom
I sit with my crooked spine
I need to find a place to hide
Neurotic to the bone
Allright! I sit at home
I'm put pressure on the walls in the room
I'm feeling myself very fool
I hate this BOREDOM
I hate sit at HOME
No desire to GO
No desire to MOVE on
Chorus:
Now I'm lying on the floor
Please, close this fucked door
I get cold
I want to stop
This terrible boredom